"kill"

During the training ground, King Wang and Instructor No. 3 kept fighting, and occasionally there was a trace of flaw that Instructor No. 3 deliberately left. He showed no mercy and shot a flying knife.

Now he can hide eight flying knives in his body and shoot them with all his strength, which is quite powerful.

In addition to hidden weapons, he also practiced swordsmanship. Xiliuguo's double swordsmanship combined with Dongyue's sword skills has greatly enhanced his skills, which is also an effective way to kill enemies.

At Yan Xuankong's suggestion, the king of kings gritted his teeth and practiced his fists for a while. When fighting to the death, any accident could happen. There were many cases where the sword was knocked away and the lack of weapons was killed.

Xu Zhi’s favorite thing was sword, but unfortunately he didn’t meet his wishes. He practiced the old man’s thousand-pound stick technique and never returned on the elegant and elegant route.

Thinking back to the beginning, his favorite game character was Xie Xunhuan, the master of the evil sect who used his sword while sucking Lengzi. Unexpectedly, he deviated from this direction, and the kings of the kings became closer and closer.

Especially now he is still a bald person.

You can really stand up and recite Amitabha Buddha with a stick.

"Come on, come on."

When the king of Kings was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen face, Xu Zhi waved quickly.

"Zhi, Brother Zhi, what's the matter?"

The king of kings was breathing heavily. He had to go into the instrument for a while to rest. The two of them participated in the death battle, and no one complained about each other. This matter was circling around and could not be involved. He could only move forward and break the obstacles.

"Look, take it with you and try what it feels like."

Xu Zhi took out his strength ring. The ring was made of brass, and a yellow gem was inlaid on the top. There was no trace of pattern on the sky, which was simple and simple.

"Ring"

The king of kings took it and put it in his middle finger.

"Hey, I'll tell you two, what rings are given between men? This is just a disgusting person. It's not called "showing dog food."

Number 3 covered his head speechlessly. Could it be that these two little ones are going to participate in a death fight tomorrow and found that what they like is a man?

One is given away and the other is picked up, should it be so natural?

What's the point of men? Number 3 looked at the instructor No. 2 and secretly glanced at No. 8's butt. It was round and solid. In comparison, it was obviously a bit cute for women.

"Lao San, you peek at Lao Ba's butt."

No. 2 muttered, his loud voice instantly made everyone nearby stare at him.

"Bo Qilai, you, the disciple, huh, eat my leg."

"Eighth sister, I don't, no."

"Who are you cheating on me? The chickens are bounced up?"

No. 2 said in a negative test, pointing to Bo Qilai's raised lower body.

"Go to die!"

...

"A little heavy, no other feeling."

"Impossible."

Xu Zhi was a little confused. Real objects can be used when brought into the dream world. There is no reason why the dream world brings into the reality, so there will be no effect. Magic gold coins were used two days ago.

"I'll try"

Xu Zhi took it back and inserted it into his fingers. He really didn't have any special feeling.

"Come on, bring this and try a punch."

The two ran to the test hall, and Xu Zhi thought it was the most reliable to do the test.

He remembered that the maximum punch force of the king after the explosion of breath reached 170 kilograms. Whether the power ring is effective depends on the actual combat.

"One Hundred and Eighty Two"

"Huh"

The king of kings shouted lightly and punched him hard.

"Two Hundred and Five"

"Is it explosive?"

"right"

“It’s really useful.”

Xu Zhi murmured, the king of kings took off his ring and punched him again.

"One Hundred and Seventy Five"

This time I returned to his normal physical data.

"What's going on?"

The king of kings was surprised that this ring could enhance human power.

Such a powerful increase would be great if you brought ten or eight.

"Baby, baby."

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Xu Zhi always felt that the color of the power ring was dimmer.

He put his finger on his ring and punched him out.

"Five Hundred and Sixty-Five"

Sure enough, it became a little bit lighter. With comparison, Xu Zhi could find the difference.

Just like the items brought into the dream world by reality, the items brought into the reality by reality by reality are indeed quickly lost.

This ring needs to be spared some use.

At the moment of the war, everyone has begun to rest, adjust, and practice hard, and it has come to an end.

The Death Fight finally notified everyone's immediate relatives, and the Hushan Training Camp also opened a ban so that relatives could enter.

"Can you not beat me?" Zhao Xueying hugged the king tightly and cried into tears.

"Be good at it, kill that bastard for me."

Wang Xing was furious and things were beyond regression. The only way out was to kill the other party. No matter how anxious he was, there was no way. There were so many storms in his cultivation. He could protect him for a while but could not protect him for a lifetime.

"Don't worry, I will win." King Zhongwang patted his mother on the shoulder and comforted her.

"Old man, if I really die, you should work harder and add a younger brother and sister to make them respect you."

The king of kings whispered in Wang Xing's ear, saying that Zhao Xueying could coax him, but Wang Xing could not hide it. No matter how talented he is, he is just a young man who has just passed the age of fifteen. He has only been practicing for a few months, while Yokoyama Xiaoyou is already sixteen years old. Moreover, he has always been tutoring two masters and cultivators around him, and he cannot make a promise.

As for the once-in-a-thousand-year-old American genius in Yingguo, he didn't have any ideas, and he just saw whether Xu Zhi could withstand it.

For a moment, Wang Xing's fingers were trembling and his tears were flowing.

"Dad, you must come back."

Gu Yuxi grabbed Gu Changying's neck of clothes. Her father went to participate in the death battle. For her, it was like a bolt from the blue, and disaster fell from the sky. No wonder she felt that Gu Changying's face was wrong a while ago. At that time, she thought it was caused by Gu Changhe's selling secret books.

"Don't worry, you don't know the strength of your father. People from Yingguo are just native chickens and tiles."

Gu Changying said with a smile that the Qi training technique that had been practicing for many years has reached a new level, which has given him more confidence.

Just the slight slight sweat on his forehead proved that he was not as relaxed as he seemed.

"Shang Zheng'an, kneel down."

In front of the merchant ancestor, Shang Zhengan had no temperament as a merchant helm and fell to the ground in one go.

"Your father died young and you are not a good person. I just hope you can maintain the merchants so that they will not wither too quickly and cultivate the next generation into a good person. I have finished saying the last words, and you have finished reading them, get out."

Shang Wenwu delegated the power at this time and entrusted it to Shang Zhengan. However, in his eyes, Shang Zhengan was too incompetent. He was in his forties, and even the master and cultivator had not achieved success. He was quite disgraceful of the merchant. He was depressed and kicked the helmman out of the door.

Xia Xinhong's family was not present. Unless in the latest information from Dongyue, his long whip was just enough to restrain the practitioners of the Ying Kingdom, he would not need to play in this master-level death battle.

The venue for the death fight was chosen on an island in the waters of Dongyue and Yingguo.

Everyone will have to take the aircraft tonight.

"Everyone has packed up and brought all the guys to see the guys in Yingguo, distinguish their true appearance, remember their breath, and when you meet them in the ruins, you won't leave any one."

Yan Xuankong's eyes were filled with murderous aura, and his murderous intentions were aroused. The most troublesome thing he was to the practitioners of Ying Kingdom. In addition to the master's practitioner's puppet substitute technique, many practitioners with advanced cultivation also possess the magic of face-changing magic. When encountering an emergency, changing faces is even more unpredictable.

Being deceived and people kill each other by mistake, the people of Yingguo have limited combat ability and are first-class in making trouble.

If you remember these people clearly, you can die in the future.
Chapter completed!